Joseph T. Renaldi
Joseph T. Renaldi Poems
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There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a ...
A lighthouse stands near the rugged shore
To warn ships of the dangerous rocks and waves,
And aiding them from going astray,
Guiding them to a safer way.
It has a powerful and rotating beam
That hovers over the rough tide.
Regardless of what the weather may be,
The welcome ray will always serve to guide.